But now I know better — disciplines complement each other. — Back in my former secondary school, you’d find girls in the arts gossiping about how proud the boys in the sciences are. Some science boys would do ridiculous things just because. …

If you bring only logic to a battle of emotions, you will lose. — ‘Love is a touchy subject,’ I started. ‘But it sucks!’ Whoops! I saw people’s eyes widen. ‘Should Dave marry for love?’ I asked as I turned to face my opponent who was also my colleague. ‘No don’t answer that. Not yet.’ ‘Are you in love? If not, have you been…

Pay close attention to guidelines, say you’re sorry when shit happens, and show, not only tell, what you’re doing about it. — A few years ago, I interned at an IT company where I did a lot of fieldwork. One hot afternoon, I was on a ladder, some 15 feet high up in the sky. My supervisor was on another ladder beside me, a few feet below mine. We were trying to…

If you’re reading this, it means I made it past squeezed papers and finally got a working draft! — This story is all about self-love. For the first time, I want to be completely selfish in a story. I will talk about mostly myself. Oh, I didn’t lose you there. Great! I will be sharing a conversation I had with myself as I was trying to get my head out of this rot feeling of nonsense…

Do it properly and it leaves a lasting impression. Get it wrong, and well, it also leaves a lasting impression. — Sometime last year, one of my neighbors and her daughter were playing with balloons in the compound. My flatmate was outside too and because my window opens to the side of the compound they all were, I could hear what was going on. Suddenly, I heard my flatmate exclaim that…

But you already know this. So, what’s new? — I walked past it. But the corner of my eye caught it. ‘Mm,’ I murmured. So I took a few steps back and looked really well. ‘Damn! I look good today,’ I said as I stared into the mirror and fondled my beards. You’ve caught yourself lost in thought in…

In the end, they love you, and you love you. — When I sit at my computer to write, I usually don’t even know what the hell I’m going to write. Yes, I have an idea but my thoughts are everywhere, jumping around in my head. However, when you see the published piece, you’d think I knew what I was doing…

And the ratio of punishment to praise is unfair. — Zero is the number of times my parents have said they love me. My dad has never said ‘good job!’ or kudos to me. Never. Does he hate me? No, he doesn’t. Does he love me? I believe he does. In his own way. I mean, he found a way…